Chapter 271 Elector

"They deserve to be alive! You idiot, we have gentler ways to change things! Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

"For the sake of the world, we are all ready to die. I only regret that I failed to deceive the 'Master of Death' and buy some time for Midildo."

"That's 311 lives! Idiots! It's all your fault! What? You're not convinced? Do you still want to start the second industrial revolution? Letting the devil use automatic machine guns sounds like a good idea, hahaha~"

In the dark night, in a secret room at the Nunn School of Engineering, an old scholar grabbed a young scholar by the collar and taunted him harshly.

Another middle-aged man sat on the sofa, covering his eyes with his hands, and trembling with sobs from time to time.

Suddenly, there was a soft knocking sound outside the stone door of the secret room that was locked by a mechanism. The uninvited guest interrupted the argument in the room and plunged the underground into an unspeakable silence.

“It’s coming.”

The old scholar seemed to have lost all his strength and loosened his grip on Klaus' collar.

The three survivors all took one last look at each other at the same time, and all the previous frictions and conflicts disappeared in the final gaze.

There is no escape anymore, now is the final moment.

The survivors took off the "Light of Doomsday" badges from their chests, held on to the faith they had when they gathered in Noon in the past, and used remote control devices to activate the detonation devices closest to them.

They still have the ability to resist. When building this secret room, the colleagues of "Light of Doomsday" were prepared to perish together with them.

"For all mankind!"

The hoarse shouts were blocked by the thick rock walls, and none of the knights patrolling and standing guard noticed the drastic changes within the heavy defenses.

A shrill laugh rang out in the shadows around the scholars, drowned out by the human shouts.

The earth-shattering explosion awakened the city of Nuln, and special messengers hurried through the streets with urgent news.

"The Imperial Engineering Academy exploded! The mysterious assassin reappeared! The last survivor of the "Middel Project" died, and the "Crimson Spur Knights" failed to defend! The public called for the removal of Grand Master Sebastian and a group of inner circle knights!"

The urgent news spread throughout Noon, and even at night, it could not affect the hot sales of newspapers.

How could anyone afford to read the latest newspaper? Even the wealthy citizens of Nuln could not afford a newspaper, which was a symbol of status.

The so-called people are just an excuse for the nobles and officials.

Even the Knights Guard of the Elector Count of Wiesen could not guarantee the safety of the scholars, and not even a shadow of an assassin was seen.

Either the knights were too useless, or the mysterious assassin was incredibly powerful.

The nobles prefer the former. If it were the latter, no one in the entire Nuln would be safe.

At the former site of the Imperial College of Engineering, in the dilapidated ruins, darkness was creeping gently. A short humanoid figure lifted the explosion-proof blanket, left the temporary shelter built with the help of the environment, crawled out of the rubble, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Altdorf, the Royal Palace.

The Elector's night party was still going on, and the sudden changes thousands of miles away did not disturb the tranquility of Reikland.

The new Grand Duke of Middenland made an impassioned speech to the other rulers, inspiring the Empire to launch a new round of holy war against Sylvania.

It seems that the new successor Prince of Kronborg has some of the bravery of the Todbringer family, although he is just a side branch that appeared out of nowhere.

The Nordic barons who also believed in the god Ulric supported the Grand Duke. They had frictions over territorial claims, but now it was time to unite against the outside world.

Christopher ur.Ul.Ul.Ul., the new High Ulrich of Middenheim, twitched his nose suspiciously and miraculously fell silent, not making any statement along with the Elector Count of Middenheim.

This made the Archbishop of the Church of Sigmar wisely shut up. Although they had only been in office for a short time, they had scolded each other in private many times. It was better to show the unity of the empire in such a public occasion.

"Ulric's Chosen Champion", "Griffin Emperor", "Sigmar's Living Avatar", "The Pious" Magnus looked hesitantly at the Elector of Middenland who stood up to give a speech, as if he was carefully identifying something.

In the dimly lit hall, the only sound gradually remained: the Grand Duke's speech. The other electors looked at each other, trying to guess the thoughts of the three special religious beings.

The halfling elder of Mute didn't dare to speak. He exchanged glances with the two electors of Ivy and Stir, and finally fell silent together.

As Great Ulric looked at the Grand Duke of Midden with increasingly sharp eyes, the Archbishop gradually reacted, made a double-tailed comet gesture in front of his eyes, and looked at the Grand Duke with Sigmar's sacred vision.

The palace fell into an awkward silence. Just when the situation was about to get out of control, a tall man walked silently into the entrance of the hall, interrupting the inexplicable tension.

"Oh~oh~oh~there you are, my son."

The magnetic deep male voice said with a smile, but his tone was more cruel and cold.

The electors all looked at the intruder, and their hostility was dispelled by the visitor's demeanor at a glance.

He was a melancholy and handsome nobleman, and his dark red vintage court dress made him look even more arrogant.

Silver and gold threads adorned the being that walked out of the darkness; the precious metals failed to take away the man's elegance, but only highlighted the sharpness in his black pupils.

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His thick black hair swayed casually as he walked, and the fluttering hair was enough to attract the souls of all the girls in Altdorf. Who would be hostile to such an unruly noble? Magnus stood up from the throne, white flames flashed between his eyes, and the emperor grasped the handle of Gael-Maraz's hammer. The electors then reacted and drew their rune swords to prepare for the enemy.

The Elector of Midden opened his mouth awkwardly, and was about to say something, but was hit by the holy flame thrown by the archbishop, and screamed, revealing his true form.

The red and gold carpet was scorched. In the flames, a bald humanoid monster hastily dodged the Nord Lord's slashing blow.

"Manfred von Carstein! Lord Ulrich! You are so brave!"

A vampire sneaked into the Electors' Conference. This sad fact almost made the lords laugh out of anger.

"You vile thief of state! Where is Duke Bildofen?"

Manfred wisely wasted no time and in the blink of an eye he dissipated into an empty shadow and disappeared.

The Electors who were unable to vent their anger all looked at the guests who had come late at night. Elector Hawke called out to the guards loudly, and the sound of approaching footsteps of soldiers could be heard one after another.

The mysterious nobleman did not panic, but slowly leaned over and saluted the emperor.

"I am sorry, Your Excellencies, Your Majesty, but I have to bring you bad news."

"Who are you?"

"Count Sylvania, Your Majesty." Vlad saluted the emperor again.

"You forgot me when you summoned the electors. Please forgive me for coming uninvited."

The expressions of the electors were so interesting that even Magnus couldn't help but sneer.

"I suppose the dead have no right to be electors."

"guard!"

"Die! Bastard!"

"Welcome to Sigmar's judgment! Chief of the vampires!"

(End of this chapter)